All those topics by Jason looked lonely, so I thought I'd make one of my own.

So, what stupid stuff have your cow-orkers, management, and customers pulled on you? Or what have you unintentionally done to yourself recently?

The management staff where I work has almost completely turned over since I started my current job (less than a year ago), and as a result, almost no one knows I'm cafe trained anymore! Woohoo! (I work at a Barnes & Noble with cafe and music departments.)

Other than that, I had pnuemonia for a week and a half, which reminded everyone just how much they love me. (hey, they told me so. they'd miss anyone who can do the work of three of those - mostly - lazy people.) So I've now spent the last week fixing the mess everyone made of my poor magazines. <possessive> I never thought I'd be so darn possessive of magazines, since I usually dislike them.

I am currently working for Pizza hut. The prank I pull on the new guys (FNG's.) involves the oven. (I learn't this trick off an old Chief Petty Officer. I modified it a little.) To turn on the ovens you have to turn 3 switchs (Heat, Blower, Convayer belt). What I do is send them looking for the Oven starter (non-existant.) The best record I have had sofar is 3/4 of an hour...My manager (who likes a practicial joke every now and then) ended the fun...that chick gave me a dirty look...but it was worth it...

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but bribery gets me everywhere!
"A bullet may or may not have your name on it, but shells are merely engraved with 'to whom it may concern'."
-Anthony Loyd
Anime: its not about the big guns, Its about the bouncies!

This is a more of a nasty to a customer story but it's a good one so here we go:

I was working the Customer Service (returns) desk in a bad mood. Alright if you're working returns you're pretty much automatically in a bad mood but bear with me here. Lady walks up. Tries to return open software, no receipt, paid cash, and the store hadn't sold any in a month and a half. Naturally I told her that without a receipt I wasn't supposed to take it back at all much less give her cash as she was asking. She goes ballistic. So far just another day in retail. Then comes the ever popular "I want to speak to your manager!" I in all my head cashier glory tell her "I'm all the manager you need." This seems to work. My boss stops walking towards us and makes a sharp u-turn so as to "get out of the blast radius."

Very nice. I'm reminded of the time we were playing practical jokes on eachother at Michaels. It all started when, for some unknown reason (maybe retail just drives us crazy) I dumped a box of static-y packing peanuts on Chris's head. Chris was kind of like my mom, so we had one of those weird antagonistic relationships. Anyway, it took forever for her to get the foam out of her hair. I laughed and danced a jig and knew I'd started a war.
The next day I found my bookbag full of packing peanuts. I was still finding foam in it about a month later. Not one to be topped I took a new approach and used safety pins to pin the inside of her coast sleeves together. I was in the break room when she grabbed her coat to go outside for a smoke. It was awesome, because she struggled with the coat for a few minutes while chatting with Gary. Finally she cried "What the-" and discovered the pins. I died laughing.
Eventually the string of practical jokes died out and ended, but before it did I found packing foam in my coat pockets, and many a personal item was found hidden in another locker.

"Hey boss, that kid who keeps stealing games is back. Can I kick him out?"
"We don't have to kick him out watch this"
I follow along expecting the worst. We get to the aisle the thief is on.
"We'll just do what we did to the last shoplifter we caught. You were here for that right?"
We don't even slow down as we pass this kid. "No boss. What?"
"We'll beat his ass down!"
About when we get five aisles away or so we hear something (I think it was his skateboard) hit the floor. Before we get to the front of the store the kid blows past us and hits the door at high speed.

I was working at Eckerds as an Asst. Manager. One night, a suspicious
shopper walks in after we close. He had a large gym bag with him and I
follow him around the entire store. He sees me and leaves without
touching anything. I close the doors...

The next day I go to work as usual. I see the same man handcuffed in the
office with the same gym bag; filled with Nicorette gum products. He had
lined the bag with aluminium foil so it would not set off the alarms. So
how was he caught? Get ready: He had about $4000 of Nicorette in his
bag, but he picked up a $1.25 cigarette lighter and put it in his pocket
before he walked out, the lighter had a sensor on it... isn't it ironic?

Anyhoo... I used to work at a grocery store's deli during the summer... and we did the usual: slice meats, make sandwiches, slice meats, make party trays, slice meats, serve pre-made foods, slice meats, etc.

Anyway, one time, I was slicing some meats, and this customer and her husband came by. The customer ordered some macaroni salad, and some sliced ham. While I had my back turned to her and was slicing the ham, I heard her and her husband discussing whether or not they wanted to get more meat sliced. The customer told her husband that she didn't want any meat sliced by a guy who ate cats.

.. yeah...

My manager knew her personally, and had a few words with her. Next time her husband came to the deli section, she went into hiding. I know, I was coming back from a supply run when I saw her standing there, back against the wall on the opposite side from the deli.

Jilar wrote:just plain carrying several cds together will block the sensors. they actually tell us this so we can watch for shoplifters!

~Aurora

That actually only happens when the sensors are really close to eachother. Since CDs are so thin, they are usually the easiest thing to steal.

Our sensors never even worked in my store, theyd go off if someone walked in with something, but never when they walked out. If you have one cd hold it tight to your body under your arm, it should make the sensors touch and not activate.

anyway stupid customer time:

*while traying CDs to put away from shipment*
"excuse me sir do you work here"
*i stand there blinking for a minute before i reluctantly answer "occasionally"
"Do you sell CDs"
*resists urge to choke customer.*

sometimes they try to be funny, most annoyingly with "do you sell DVD rewinders?"

Then they are annoying
*customer stands at counter, saing jibberish that he calls 'phat rhymes'*
"yeah, i can rhyme like Eminem"
*reach for stapler, place on my arm*
"look i can staple my self" *press down*
"yo, thats sick." *customer is defeated.*